Petalicious - March 2015 - NorthernShy
The tulips that I picked up the other day are showing their age; I’m down to one last petal. Puttering with my camera and these faded flowers got my mind wandering about the birthday I had this week. It was on the very day that a new Physiotherapist was surprised to hear my age. I’ve heard that before, and my initial reaction was: ‘Hurray, I’ve still got it”. But – got what? A 30-something aura? A 40-something sheen? It’s almost too much pressure; how do I keep it up when I don’t know what it is? When will it all come crashing down? More importantly, why does it matter? I’ve still been able to make some photo magic with what is left of those pretty tulips. When I’m down to one last petal, and everyone can see it, won’t there still be some use for me too?